Bam!!!
In a wide and spacious cathedral, a black figure was instantly smashed into the wall, like a butterfly stuck in a spider's web, his arms wide open, and he was held there by the countless green strands of web silk shining on the wall behind him, completely immobile.
He opened his mouth wide and roared wildly, but he emitted no sound whatsoever. This figure was completely pitch black, as though his whole body was made of black shadows, and he had no face at all, only a tiny bit of white light that could be seen inside his mouth when he opened it wide.
"What kind of a dream is this?" Garen stood in the center of the cathedral, confused. He felt as though there were gazes looking at him from all directions, but when he looked that way, he could not see anyone except himself, there was only the black figure stuck on the wall.
